Having a cat has made certain parts of my life pretty interesting. I often wake up with said creature on top of my head purring, or find him hiding under the kitchen cabinets waiting for me to walk past so he can pounce. They are such crazy animals sometimes, but I’m glad that I’ve had this cat for a while. I named him Sammy when he was a little kitten and I think he liked it, so that name stuck.
Sammy is very curious, but his curiosity hasn’t killed him yet. I occasionally curse his curiosity when he creates major problems like causing my toilet to become clogged and overflown. Recently Sammy was feeding his curiosity in the bathroom. I am still not completely clear on how this sequence of events happened, so I only retell it with my greatest efforts. Sometimes I think I have a cat with super powers. Sammy was walking, or creeping, up on the shelf behind the toilet that holds all of the extra toilet paper. I’m not sure if he knocked them over, or more likely pushed them over, but about 6 rolls of toilet paper fell into the open toilet and got all nice and soggy. Not immediately after, but some time later when most of the toilet paper had turned to a state of mush, Sammy flushed the toilet and all of the mush got caught in the pipes. How he flushed the toilet, I’m not sure. He hops on things and pulls things all the time, but I had no idea he was so skilled at pushing down the toilet handle. He has yet to repeat this task as far as I know.
So on a fine Sunday morning I walked into a huge mess in my bathroom, with Sammy nestled innocently in his spot on the back of the couch. There was an inch of toilet water on the bathroom floor, with toilet paper mush floating everywhere. The water wouldn’t stop running and it was getting worse by the minute. Lucky I had saved the number of a local plumber that offered emergency services for just such an occasion. I called the hotline and someone picked up right away. There was a plumber at my house to look at the problem within 30 minutes. In that time the water had slowed down, but it wasn’t draining at all. The plumber braved the mess in the bathroom to get his tools into the pipes and clear the line. Water started draining down shortly after, and I was just left with a layer of water on the bathroom floor. Though the plumber didn’t specialize in water removal he offered me the number of a company that did if I needed a cleaner. After he finished clearing the line, he was kind enough to help me bucket most of the extra water into the drain and soak up what was left with towels.
I would have been even more angry at Sammy if I weren’t able to find a plumber right away. He is a magical cat, but his curiosity just might kill him some day soon.